In The Closet With Helmet Head - Heterosexual To Bisexual, The Complete Story

and here is helmet head's story in its entirety. i just thought id post the whole thing for any readers that havent checked it out yet and wanted to read the whole thing at once. good fucks.

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Heterosexual to Bisexual

I grew up in the southeast part of the US as a middle child (two sisters), went to private school and even military boarding school (7-12 grade) community college (changed my major after two quarters). Graduated top of my class in the technical profession I had chosen. Growing up I was never interested in guys or girls for that point, just never had the urge and was always so busy never really thought about it. I did JO on a regular basis, but it was not with the thought of being with someone it was more about how good it felt.

After college when I moved into 2/2 apt with an old friend (guy) of mine I did start to date girls. The girl that got my virginity card was 10 years older than I, and was as close to a nymphomaniac as I have ever known. Our relationship was all about sex and we did have a lot. The wildest thing we ever did was I went to see her at work when her work was closing (11pm). She was the only one there at the time. I arrived about 15min early and buzzed the door. She unlocked the door from her office to let me in and I started the climb up to the 5th floor (no elevator). When I walked into her darkened office she was standing there with just her shirt on. I was told I was overdressed, so with that problem fixed we started to kiss; mind you it was still about 5min till closing. We were getting pretty hot and heavy when all of a sudden she jumped up walked over to a desk in the room, picked up a mike and made an announcement. She then walked over to a different desk flipped a few switches on a small console, then turned and we picked up where we left off.

Now would be a good time to tell you that my girlfriend at the time worked for the FAA. She was an Air Traffic Controller and worked at a small airport that I also worked at. So the night I went to meet her at work she was in the control tower for the airport. When she left me at 11pm to use the radio and flip the switches she was making an announcement that the airport was now closed and then switched the lights over so the airplanes could turn them on when they were in range. We had great sex that night all over the tower. We also played in a number of other places around the airport over the year and a half I saw her. She was my first girlfriend and lover and the one I saw the longest, till I met the one that became my wife.

Part 2

After seeing the air traffic controller there was no one in my life but a few one-night stands. My roommate and I did end up dating the same girl for a short time and none of us knew it till one night my roommate walked in the door to our apt with her. I was sitting there watching TV and looked up, and my roommate was introducing me to the girl I had seen the night before. She turned bright red, I started to laugh, and she bolted out the door. My RM looked at me and I told him to sit down. After a bunch of beer and exchanging notes we figured we both had been seeing her for over two weeks. She would break a date with me to see him and do the same to him. We both got a good laugh out of it along with getting drunk and never heard from her again.

Both my RM and I had become close friends with another girl who when we met her was engaged to my best friend who was going to college in Tenn. When she graduated (in Tenn.) she got a job working in S Fla and was going to move in with my best friend before (He graduated ahead of her and had already moved) they were married later that year. When she showed up in town he had (unbeknownst to me) moved in with another girl. We treated her like a sister and would go out together with her, work on her car for her; she would crash on our couch all the time. I remained friends with him and he said it was the biggest mistake of his life.

One night after the three of us had all been out and had too much to drink we had dropped her off at her place and headed home. Once home we both grabbed a glass of water and headed to bed to pass out. I had just got in bed when my RM called my name, I looked up he was standing at the door to my bedroom. He told me that he had been messing around with guys and wanted me to be one of the first people to know. I said ok and fell asleep. The next morning when we were having coffee, I looked at him and asked him if he told me he was gay the night before. He said yes. I told him if that is what he wants to do then go for it. We did set up a few ground rules for the apt that if either of us had a guest over we would make sure that any thing sexual was done in our rooms only so we did not make each other feel weird. This was my first exposure to someone that was gay, and I had no real problem with it. I met some of his dates from time to time but could not bring myself to go out to gay clubs with him. The friend we had that was a girl would go out with him, and I would still see my best friend but could not talk to him about my RM, he was a huge homophobe!

One day when I walked by my RM open door, I saw a gay magazine on the floor. I had an urge to look at it, and when I did I started to get hard. Over the next few months I would go into his room and swipe one of them, take it back to my room and JO. This was when I started to like guys. About six months after I started looking and JO to my RM mags the three of us had gone out one night, my RM, our “girlfriend” and myself. We got home and each of us went to our own rooms and couch. After a few min “the girlfriend” told me she wanted to sleep in my bed. I told her that I did not give up my bed to anyone; if she wanted to sleep in it she could but that I sleep in the nude (I have since 7th grade) she said OK got up and got in bed with me. The next morning she was in the kitchen getting coffee wearing my T-shirt form the night before and a pair of panties when my RM walked in to get a coup of coffee. He looked at her then looked at me and said “looks like someone had some fun last night”.

Part 3

I will start off by saying that I was the perfect gentleman when she got in bed. However about ten minutes after she was in bed with me laying on my side with my back to her, I felt a her hand sliding over my ass and around my waist till she found my rapidly hardening cock. At that point the gentleman in me left and the stud came out, I no longer recall how long or how many times we fucked that night I just remember being very tired the next morning. That night was the end of me looking around for pussy, she became my girlfriend, we each had keys to each others apt, and it was not uncommon for me to come home from work (I was working a swing shift at the time) and find her in my bed. I would also go to her place after work, take all my clothes off put them in the washer, take a shower and get in bed with her. Get up in the morning put them in the dryer get dressed and go back to work. I still had the same RM and the three of us still went out together. During this time I was not looking at my RM gay mags anymore, I would still look at guys and undress them with my eyes, but I was getting enough sex in my life that it was just a thought in the back of my head. My girlfriend and I started to talk about moving in together and my RM was cool with that and said if I moved out he knew some one that would move in with him. It was about two weeks after we started to talk about moving in together that I got a phone call with a job offer that I just could not pass up. The job was in Seattle and I was living in Ft. Lauderdale (3842 miles if you drive by the way) I made up my mind and took the job without telling my girlfriend. When I did tell her, I told her that she was welcome to move with me. She said she would have to think about it. Two weeks later I stopped at her apt with the loaded rental truck to spend the night with her before heading out the next morning. She kept telling me she had not made up her mind. As I walked out the door in the morning she told me that she was going to move west with me, and that the movers were picking up her stuff in three weeks. Now jump ahead 20 years and we have now been married for almost 15 years with no kids (we decided not to have any). My duties at my job have changed some and I now have access to the Internet at work all day. There is an old wife’s tail that goes something like this “When you get married put a jar on your dresser, every time you have sex the first two years put a penny in it, starting the third year take a penny out every time you have sex. That number of pennies in the jar at the end of the year will be the number of times you will have sex with your partner the rest of your life.” So what that means is at least for me I am doing good to get sex more than once a month. The problem is at my age (mid 40’s) I still have the urge to JO just about every day.

Part 4

One day at work I went on the Internet to look for some hardwood to rebuild my deck at home. Well if you search for “hardwood” wood is not the only thing you find. That day sparked a curiosity I had not had since looking at my RM mags in Fla many years ago. The curiosity in me that kept growing till about a year and a half ago when, I decided that it was time for me to do something about it, so I started with a few erotic massages, I have been a believer in massage for many years so it was not much of a stretch for me to get an erotic massage. So I searched for massages from a few web sites and had a few different massages with happy endings. Some of them the guys were HOT and some not, some of the massages were good and some not, some allowed me to touch them, some of them I walked out on after seeing the place and them. This filled the void I had for a short time then I decided that I wanted more. I found a guy on Craig’s list in the erotic section. He had a web site and I had a good feeling about him so I booked a 2 hour weekend time slot at his studio. I had told him that I was looking for more then a rub and jerk, and he told me that he would work with me and my request. When the day came for me to go see him I made sure I was squeaky clean, he met me at the door and I was very happy to see he looked like his website. He showed me to the room he works in and it had a table set up with a heated pad. He had me lay face down on the table and started to work on my back. He is the best massage therapist and yes he truly is a licensed therapist. At one point during the massage I could feel his cock brush the side of my head, I rolled my head over and took his cock in my mouth. He never missed a beat working on my back. When he got down to my lower back he started to work on my ass with his finger then a shiver went up my spine as he started to work my hole with his toungue. It was the first rim job I have ever had, there were a lot of firsts that day for me. He and I hit it off very well to the point that I made another appt to see him the next week. After seeing him the second time we both had connected with each other in such a way that he became my first Fuck Buddy. That meant that I only had to pay him if he was doing a massage on me, which I went to him for as well as sex. I still have a special place for him in my heart, as he was my first. I have since moved on to a different hook up site and now have a few FB I see from time to time. There are a lot of things on my list that I still want to try and when the time, guy and place are right I will.